what to do with an atrophied thang

Hi. My name is Kristen, and I have a thing for handclaps. I plan to use this blog to explore that "thing," to share pop songs with anyone out there who cares to be shared with, and to attempt to write about the things I love about music.

But I don't want this first post to turn into a blog manifesto; I just want to start. I've had this blog template ready but blank since May 2009. That means that for nearly three years I've been sitting on writing this first post, so before another minute passes, I'd like to take a second (or 194 of them) to listen--and, at last, obey--James Brown:

Though handclaps don't feature as prominently in this live clip as they do on record, they're there. In the horns' punctuation. In the LET'S FRICKING GO-ness of the good godfather's diaphragmatic heaves. My thang may have gotten flabby, fallen asleep, been mistaken for dead, but I'm up now.  

Here goes.